do not attempt to understand...

 simply revel in the beauty of their dreams.

Translations

The hours pass as I savour the poems of Qabbani and Adonis... I wish I could share their beautiful writing with you as it is... so much gets lost in translation.

i believe that

growing up is about taking ownership of who we are and who we want to be

photography and memory

what happens to the moments that are not captured in photographs?

2 years

and one question apparently ...

i said yes :)
and i didn't cry... why would anyone cry?!

lest we forget

our origins

smells

orange blossom with a touch of jasmine.

conversations with my love

"I wonder what it'd be like dating an artsy/literary type of guy... Probably horrible."
"Why?"
"Well, those types are filled inner turmoil. Very angsty at times. Too much to handle some days"
"Kind of like you?"
"Exactly."

what do teachers make?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxsOVK4syxU&feature=player_embedded
http://www.taylormali.com/index.cfm?webid=13

Oh so safe

After getting on the flippy Ferris wheel thingy at the busker carnival:
"It's swinging. Why?! Make it stop now"
"I can't do anything"
"Okay, fine. but we're safe, right? It smells like it's burning.. that's not safe"
"Yes, we're safe, darling"
"I want off. Look, I can't breathe"
*laughs* "We can't. Not yet. A few more spins"
*screaming and general trauma ensues*
An hour after we got off:
"Can we go again?!"